Britney,
Beyonce, Metallica, Missy, Jay-Z Added To VMA Lineup
The 2003 MTV
Video Music Awards added a little jiggle and a lot of stomp as Beyoncé and
Metallica have been added to the roster of performers for this year's
ceremony.
Jay-Z, Britney Spears, Sean Paul, Mya, Missy Elliott, Serena Williams, Method
Man, Iggy Pop and cast members from "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy"
and Comedy Central's "Crank Yankers" have also been lined up to
appear on the show, set to air live on August 28 from New York's Radio City
Music Hall.
Beyoncé and Metallica beef up a performance roster that also includes 50
Cent, Good Charlotte, Coldplay and Christina Aguilera.
Meanwhile, Jay, Britney and the rest of the latest wave of artists confirmed
to appear will share the stage with P. Diddy, Ashanti, Kelly Clarkson, Tony
Hawk, Hilary Duff, Ludacris, Bam Margera, Redman, Evanescence, David Spade,
Snoop Dogg, NBA rookie sensation LeBron James and Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen.
Beyoncé looks to log a whole lot of time on the VMA stage. In addition to
performing, she heads into the ceremony with five nominations: Best Female
Video, Best R&B Video, Best Choreography in a Video and Viewer's Choice
for her "Crazy in Love" clip, and Best Hip-Hop Video for her work in
Jay-Z's " '03 Bonnie & Clyde" video. Fellow performers Metallica
will also bring a VMA nod with them to the stage. The band's "St.
Anger" clip is nominated for Best Rock Video.
The 2003 VMAs, hosted by Chris Rock, will be broadcast live on MTV at 8 p.m.
ET. Immediately before the show, MTV News will serve up live pre-show coverage
beginning at 6:30 p.m. ET.
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Britney Spears Goes Back In Time In
The NY Times
This past Sunday's edition of the NY
Times Britney poses in 1920's retro clothing and style and she does her first
nude photo. It's very classy and tastefully done but oh so sexy. Check out the
article and pictures below.
Britney Oops! The Ante
When, in 1998, Britney Spears -- in
thigh-high stockings that stretched vainly toward a wee pleated skirt --
twist-tied her schoolgirl blouse up over her sports bra and sang ''. . . Baby
One More Time'' on MTV, the sun had truly set on the Decade of the Diva
(Madonna, Mariah, Whitney et al.). Since then, the cradle has been rockin'.
The tabloids christened the young ones ''pop tarts'' after those beloved,
additive-rich sweet nothings one slides furtively into the toaster whilst the
righteous choke down spelt muffins. In fact, Pop-Tarts, which turn a venerable
40 next year, are among America's most entrenched guilty pleasures: in 2001,
the number of Tarts sold (2 billion) would have reached halfway to the moon.
Psssst: 40 percent were consumed by adults. Metaphorically, our Top 40 tarts
are consistent with the pastry originals: they're better when they're a little
flaky, their visuals are candy-colored, the lite lyrics melt in your mouth.
The music's market-researched beat has all the torque and spring of a
four-slice Toastmaster. And what tasty fun, assigning an imagined flavor to
each of today's ruling Billboard princesses.
Shakira? Cafe con leche.
Christina Aguilera? Devil's-food cake. No -- make that Manwich.
Avril Lavigne? Wheat grass.

Britney Spears? Cherry vanilla. Which
is to say sweet, with a decided tang. This is how Britney Spears comes across
on one sunny spring day at Battery Studios, a Manhattan recording space.
Taking a break from work on her fourth album, to be released in the fall, she
is friendly and polite -- and prone to using a smattering of naughty words,
hereafter replaced by (oops!). The orange T-shirt is tight, the jeans cut low,
the white-and-blue cowboy boots battered by loving overuse. She pulls one off
to show how it flops. ''People say to me, 'Brit, you need to get some new
(oops!) boots!'''

I had been warned of a sea change in
this formerly G-rated Mouseketeer by my 11-year-old daughter, once a huge
Britney fan, though ''way back in the third grade.'' She cited Spears's 2001
MTV Video Music Awards telecast outfit -- not much bigger than Eve's (the
biblical one), and accessorized with a writhing live snake. She asked me, with
a tinge of pity: ''Mom, didn't you know? Britney's gone bad!''

Maybe so, but it must be -- as the
Shangri-Las once sang of a hot boyfriend with dirty fingernails -- ''good-bad,
but not evil.'' At 21, having sold 52 million albums and, on her last tour,
more than $40 million worth of tickets, Britney Spears is justifiably feeling
her oats. She was only 2 in 1983 when MTV's iconic First Tart, Cyndi Lauper,
tossed down the marabou'ed gauntlet with ''Girls Just Want to Have Fun.''
Surely, the notion of fun itself has changed since Lauper's harmless video
pajama party -- just check out the girls gone wild on MTV's spring-break
extravaganzas.

Spears is still decidedly upright by
such standards. And since she grosses an estimated $40 million to $50 million
a year, she has learned to overcome any guilt about the indulgences she grants
herself. But it took a while for this child of a contractor and a second-grade
teacher from tiny Kentwood, La., to adjust. ''When I first started and I
wanted to buy a dress, if it was over $50, I would wait two weeks before I
would make the decision to go back. Seriously.''

Now, she says, ''I give myself lots
of treats.'' We'll just run through her guilty girl pleasures, teen-magazine
style.
Foods: ''Cookie-dough ice cream. Hot dogs with cheese, mayo, mustard,
pickles.'' And because she's a Southern girl: ''Chicken and dumplings.''
Films: ''Sappy movies. Girl stuff like 'French Kiss' and 'Notting Hill,'
'Steel Magnolias,' 'Beaches.' I travel alone a lot, and I don't like scary.''
Music: ''Everything. Old 80's stuff. Old Aerosmith stuff. Robin Thicke is
really cool. I loved the Neptunes for a while, but I'm over their stuff now.''
Miscellany: ''Dressing my dog'' (a reference to Mickey, a Pomeranian).
''There's a shop in L.A. with these really cute cashmere sweaters.''

Though she may not like spooky
movies, she is not afraid to look deep, deep into her own wardrobe trunks and
scare herself half to death. She cannot bull-leeve she wore some outfits in
public. But will she tamp down the vamp? ''Nah.'' And to all the red-carpet
arbiters she offers a resolute je ne regrette rien. Mam'selle explains: ''I
was thinking the other day about an outfit I wore to the Billboard Awards,
like three years ago. It was orange hot pants and fish-net stockings and this
orange bra and this orange (oops!) hat, and it was all tie-dyed too. It was
obnoxious! I got so much bad press for it.'' She laughs, rattling the
collection of silver chains and charms around a well-tanned throat (''laying
out,'' or tanning, is another no-no she enjoys). ''I look at that outfit right
now,'' she continues, ''and if I was to put it on now, I'd think: What the
(oops!) am I wearing? But at that moment, I was feeling very feisty and very
orange and very out there. And very like, I believe! And it worked.''

For a young woman with an 11th-grade
education but an M.F.A. in media madness, Spears is circumspect about all the
scrutiny and those ghastly anti-Britney Web sites. ''People around me are
like, 'Did you hear what they wrote?' I'm like, 'Yeah.' Honestly, the biggest
thing about celebrity is that you call out for judgment. You just put yourself
out there. Not everybody's going to like what you wear.'' She laughs and adds
that visuals are ''the funnest part'' of her job. And since she's been
working, hard, since about the second grade, she has a lot of fun to catch up
on. Later tonight, she turns up at a Chelsea club called Lot 61, and before
she can blink her pretty eyes, both city tabloids will report her drinking
(''downing Malibu Sea Breezes,'' according to one) and dancing on banquettes.
Responding to complaints from an allegedly displaced patron, Spears's
publicist will harrumph: ''Britney would never enter a club without knowing
her table is ready.''
What can we conclude except that these days, there is always a darned warning
label on the most innocuous of pleasures? Even Kellogg's has moved to
indemnify its Tarts in the wake of an infamous Internet ''flaming toaster''
experiment, cautioning, ''Due to possible risk of fire, never leave your
toasting appliance or microwave unattended.''
Which is to say, overheat any pop tart, and you're playing with fire.
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here to view the 8th pic.).
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